Margaery kissed him softly as her fingers moved to set the soap down and rinse the suds away from his skin. "A Bolton in wolf clothing is still a Bolton. I likely would have felt the same way." She admitted.

She nuzzled his nose again before bringing her hands to rest at his thighs. "But I have not once regretted letting you into my heart. At what point did you realize it was love and not manipulation for you when it came to wooing me? Margaery tilted her head.